Charlie was quick to twist the cap off the new bottle of Patron. And he didn't hesitate in the slightest to suck straight from the rim as he tipped it back. He outright chugged at least four shots worth before setting it down. "Why are you in a good mood? Your sire's fucking my wife," Charlie stopped and corrected himself, "Ex-wife. Ex," he added, one more time for emphasis. He had to remember that. Yes, he was jealous, but he'd meant what he told Godric. He knew he had no ownership over Ava or say in what she did. Or who she did, as was the case right now.